Friday Fictioneers — Uncle Bogeyman

“If you don’t behave yourself, the bogeyman will come and get you.”

Toby sat up in his bed hugging his knees, his back pressed to the headboard. The only comfort was his old bear, pressed against his belly, out of sight behind his legs’ defensive drawbridge. “Bogeyman? No.”

“He’s outside, lurking in the shadows, hungry for you. Move over now. Let your uncle in for a hug.”

Uncle Rob’s ragged breath stinks of old rugs and tobacco. He tugs at the drawbridge with pudgy hot hands. “Shush! Stop blubbering. This is our secret. I’ll call the bogeyman if you tell.”

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Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. She's into nature, gardening, and natural health. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Dear Rochelle,
I think you’re right. At least the Bogeyman is meant to be evil, but not so a family member, whom a child should be able to trust. Abuse of this kind makes my blood boil. There are some things in life that seem beyond forgiveness, and this is one of them.
All best wishes,
Sarah

When I was in my 20s, I showed some of my poems to a boyfriend’s mother. Before she read them, she’d liked me. After she’d read them, she was really worried about the mental state of someone who could write such dark things D: I’m a great fan of Nordic Noir and we all know how dark that is! Happy New Year to you, too, Billy 🙂

he was the bogeyman! I do get that you felt uncomfortable. It’s a difficult subject but this sounds like it could be an excerpt for a full story!! ( Pardon my perpetual being behind ness. I am constantly catching up these days) Loved loved Dessication and will write a review soon.

A full story … I’m not sure if I could bear to write anything longer. It would depress me too much, and researching it would be liking walking through a minefield.
Perpetual being behindness has been the story of my life in 2016 and threatening to continue through 2017, unless I get a bit bloody minded, plus, find something magical called “energy”.
Cybele, I’m thrilled that you loved Desiccation. A review would be fabulous. Thank you. It would really cheer me up, hugely 🙂
Wishing you a peaceful, happy, and productive 2017